Ivy
Aidan's fingers brushed against my skin as he reached for the bedside table. My pulse quickened, and I found myself holding my breath in anticipation.
I told him it was okay, but now I am wondering if I had lost my mind when I agreed to this....act.
"Are you scared, Ivy?" drawled.
Irritation flickered in my mind at his amused expression. He was enjoying this way too much.
"This better not hurt too much, jerk," I snapped, making him chuckle.
"And you better not break something," I blurted out.
His eyes lit up with more amusement. "Break something? I think your body can take more than you think. You are not made of glass."
"I appreciate your confidence in me, Aidan. But I've never done this before, and I am not sure I trust you completely," I said.
I was scared, but more than that, I was turned on, and that was the strange aspect of it. I have never been this adventurous in bed.